>Be me working at gamestop
>parent asks for a game called "cod"
>tell her there is no game called "cod" but her son probably meant "Rapala pro bass fishing"
there are lots of fish in that game and the closest we have
>have ton of copies in the back
>we have a deal on, if you buy 2 copies you get 1 free
>she buys three brand new copies of this game
>she comes back after christmas
>all three copies have been opened
>no refund because you opened them
>a kid out there received 3 copies of a fucking fishing game for Christmas
Buddy, I can guarantee you there are GameStop employees who don’t know that “cod” means “Call of Duty”. Sucks for the parent, but a good lesson for the kid.
I hope you’ll never inexplicably turn into a kid for your own sake.
Jokes on you, I used to be a kid
Used too, sounds like you still are.
Nah, I’m way too tall for that - grew out of it.
But on a serious note, learning that clear communication is necessary is an important lesson, and it’s way better to learn that from something recreational than something important.